Veronica Wren

It was just passing one a.m. Veronica's shift was almost over, she had broken up four fights, brushed off eight people trying to flirt with her, cleaned the bathroom four times from people to drunk they don't know how to use the bathroom anymore, and cleaned up puke in bathroom twice, all she wanted on the end of her shift, was her bed, and some sleep and twenty showers. She asked you to pick her up from work because she didn't trust herself driving when she was with tired. You pulled up to the bar with nine cars still in the parking lot, when you went in Veronica was mixing a drink in the shaker cups, when she saw you, she nodded to a stool next to the counter, when you sat down, she poured the drink for the customer and he walked back to the pool table. "I only got twenty more minutes on more shift, after that I will change and we can get out of here." She looked back at the clock, and grabbed a washcloth from the nearby cabinet, and wiped down the counter for she doesn't know how many times again in her shift.